Chu Yi paused. "When we go on duty tonight, I swear I'll buy two servings of stinky tofu to honor you."
Chu Qi glanced at him, unmoved.
Chu Yi gritted his teeth and lowered his voice. "Fine, I'll treat you to supper for this whole month."
Only then did Chu Qi give a nod.
Seeing this, Chu Yi hurriedly withdrew his hands, but in his heart, he wanted nothing more than to tear this little brat apart.
He was already so cunning at such a young age. How could he be so wicked?
Oh no, his money... wait no, his marriage savings…
Ah well, he was to blame too. He should not have talked so much.
At the sight of his glum face, the corners of Chu Qi's mouth curved upward.
Inside the carriage, the Dowager Duchess had been holding onto Madam Lin's hand all this time, never letting go.
"Lihua, where have you been all these years? I thought you…"
Madam Lin, or Ling Lihua, smiled faintly. "I'm sorry for making you worry, Madam."
